I was out of town on a business trip last week for 3 days. Unlike earlier in our marriage, being apart from Mistress K. is a rare appearance these days. I just don't travel for business much anymore, which is a good thing.
I was in Miami and one day I went deep sea fishing. On this particular day things were hectic and I just simply failed to communicate with Mistress K. I texted her in the morning and let her know that I was about to go fishing and she responded by telling me that she thought it was awesome that I had a chance to go. Long story short, several hours later she received a picture of fishing activities and then for the next 6 hours, she received nothing. We had a banquet to attend at the conference I was at and on the way back to the hotel, traffic and other issues caused for us to return late. I had to rush to shower, shave and put my suit and then hurry down to the banquet and schmooze with the other attendees. Standing in the shower, I was thinking to myself .... I am beat and wish I didn't have to go to this dinner. My phone battery was dead, so I left it on the charger and heading down to the ballroom. Knowing I didn't go to Miami to sleep, I "pressed flesh and kiss babies" like I was running for Mayor or something. When it was over (I actually left earlier than most and avoided the inevitable "let's go to the bar and get hammered" group that was forming. I got back to my room, flopped onto the bed and fell asleep in my clothes. I was beat!
I was awakened by the beeping of the phone which turn out to be a number of texts from Mistress K. At this point she was not happy that I had not checked in to tell her that I hadn't fallen into the ocean or some other miserable fate. Shortly after I woke, the phone rang and Mistress K. read me the riot act for allowing her to worry like that. She said that my not checking in with her after my return to the shore, and before going to the banquet was not acceptable, that she was not happy and in the stupor of deep slumber I heard her say emphatically ..... "48 hours from the moment you get home". Then she hung up the phone after telling me that she was glad I wasn't dead. Of course that means that I am to receive a punishment spanking within those 48 hours and that it is my responsibility to allow time and a space for that to happen within those 48 hours no matter what! Failure to do so will elevate the punishment to whole different level .... the kind of level that neither of us wants to have happen! This 48 hour period expires tonight (Sunday night) at 11pm, so I am certain that I will be sent to bed with a sore and red bottom.
That's not all. The day after I returned from my trip, I asked Mistress a question about her job that was snarky and wise-assey. Immediately before leaving for my trip, Mistress had scolded me about my being snarky sometimes when I communicate with her, or in the way I ask her questions. "Another 48 hours" was her reply to my snarky question. That 48 hour period expires at 10pm on Monday evening. It looks like Monday evening will be busy because recently Mistress introduced a new ritual that will be a part of our life into the future, until future notice. From now on, the second Monday of every month will be "milking day". On milking day, I am required to remind Mistress on that morning that it is milking day. I am to remind her again in the afternoon and that I am to see to it that it happens on that, which means clearing any obstacles (family or otherwise) that may conflict with our new ritual. It's going to be a busy Monday for sure.
Forgive me for being "off the grid" the past several days. I have so much reading and catching up to with all my blogging friends and others. It's good to be home!
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Sunday, May 10, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Last Night
Two things happened last night. Two very important and profound things as they relate to my relationship to my Mistress Wife.
First, Mistress and I were on a dinner meeting that we occasionally do in order to review things FLM, including things that either of us may have on our minds, good, bad or indifferent. It's quiet time away from the kids so we can speak about the things we normally can't talk about at our regular dinner table. At this meeting, the conversation quickly went to me complaining some about not feeling her control, her dominance, her hands enough. I whined some about how I was feeling neglected and that I was feeling that we have slowly moved to such a routine in our relationship that I feared that I was being taken for granted.
(sidebar - This seems to be a common theme among some of my very good submissive husband blog friends. One in particular is I'm Hers who has been posting and commenting on similar feelings he has been having on his blog. If you aren't familiar with his blog, I encourage you to check it out because it is excellent!! Here is a link: http://im-hers.blogspot.com/ ).
Over the course of my talking about my feelings, and trying to be clear that I wasn't unhappy or anything like that, I was coming like a whiney pussy of a submissive man and not the strong, confident submissive that I am expected to be. It just started coming out. Unintentionally, I started blaming Mistress K. for how I was feeling as if our whole FLM dynamic was centered on how I should feel from time to time.
In true, epic form, Mistress K. calmly made me realize two things. Her love and desire for me was not an ounce less than it ever was and that it continues to grow each day. She was appreciative of me expressing how I was feeling and very expertly made me understand that although how I was feeling was important to her, it wasn't about me. It was about her. She didn't just "shove that part up my ass" and tell me to like it or lump. No, instead she was able to demonstrate how I am able (and frankly required) to better communicate with her about things that are on my mind, again good, bad or indifferent. She's not a mind reader after all and if in the course of her very busy life she's not able to recognize my tender feelings fro time to time, it's my obligation to make them more apparent to her. She was right and in no time, I felt waaaay better.
Out of this discussion came two things that she implemented as part of our routine, daily existence. Beginning today and until further notice, each morning at precisely 5:55 am, I am to have her steaming hot coffee on her night stand and then I am to wake her gently by using only my kisses on her tummy. The other thing she established is during those times when I need to talk about a situation that is on my mind, I am to formerly address her as Mistress, ask her permission to speak with her about whatever is on my mind before bring up an issue. I had a recent post about rituals and how much I appreciate them. Along those lines, I am so grateful and excited about these two new rituals.
The other profound and important thing that happened last night was I finally received punishment for ejaculating without permission while at play in bed with Mistress. I didn't know what to expect leading up to this punishment, especially because Mistress had made it clear before that it would be something that I needed to "mentally prepare" for. I knew it would significant but didn't know exactly what it would be. Frankly, my biggest concern was that Mistress K. was going to have me masturbate to a full orgasm immediately preceding her giving me a punishment spanking. Those are the worst! In the end, it turned out to be nothing more than the longest, hardest and most painful spanking I have ever received from her. Good old fashioned blistering on my ass with her trusty pink leather paddle. I thrashed and wriggled because it was painful but as my spanking went on, I could feel my shame and disappointment leave my body, and my love and devotion to her growing. With each swat, I felt that much more devoted to her, despite the pain. When it was over there were no tears (although they weren't that far off if she had continued) but it hurt and I sweating profusely. I knew when it was about to begin, that it was going to hurt because Mistress had me get a pillow off the bed, put it on the floor and bury my face in it so the kids could not "hear my screams". When it was finally over, the aftercare was incredible. It was nothing more than what we always do .... her holding me and telling me that I am forgiven and that she loves me, but on this occasion, because of the nature of the infraction, I needed to be forgiven.
Afterward she got up and instructed me to get into bed because it was time to sleep. When she joined me, I asked her if she would like an orgasm this night (like I seem to do every night now) and after thinking about for a second, she said yes. She ordered me to retrieve her Hitachi-like vibrator and then to kiss and lick her nipples while she used it to bring herself to orgasm. She had realized that giving me the spanking she gave had made her want to orgasm and for me to have to watch, knowing that it was the pinnacle of sexual pleasure that I would not be enjoying that evening. It was magical and when she was done, she rolled over and before she could fall asleep, I thanked her for allowing me to witness her orgasm (like I always do), for her being the Dominant Mistress I needed her to be at dinner during our conversation, and for my incredible spanking.
First, Mistress and I were on a dinner meeting that we occasionally do in order to review things FLM, including things that either of us may have on our minds, good, bad or indifferent. It's quiet time away from the kids so we can speak about the things we normally can't talk about at our regular dinner table. At this meeting, the conversation quickly went to me complaining some about not feeling her control, her dominance, her hands enough. I whined some about how I was feeling neglected and that I was feeling that we have slowly moved to such a routine in our relationship that I feared that I was being taken for granted.
(sidebar - This seems to be a common theme among some of my very good submissive husband blog friends. One in particular is I'm Hers who has been posting and commenting on similar feelings he has been having on his blog. If you aren't familiar with his blog, I encourage you to check it out because it is excellent!! Here is a link: http://im-hers.blogspot.com/ ).
Over the course of my talking about my feelings, and trying to be clear that I wasn't unhappy or anything like that, I was coming like a whiney pussy of a submissive man and not the strong, confident submissive that I am expected to be. It just started coming out. Unintentionally, I started blaming Mistress K. for how I was feeling as if our whole FLM dynamic was centered on how I should feel from time to time.
In true, epic form, Mistress K. calmly made me realize two things. Her love and desire for me was not an ounce less than it ever was and that it continues to grow each day. She was appreciative of me expressing how I was feeling and very expertly made me understand that although how I was feeling was important to her, it wasn't about me. It was about her. She didn't just "shove that part up my ass" and tell me to like it or lump. No, instead she was able to demonstrate how I am able (and frankly required) to better communicate with her about things that are on my mind, again good, bad or indifferent. She's not a mind reader after all and if in the course of her very busy life she's not able to recognize my tender feelings fro time to time, it's my obligation to make them more apparent to her. She was right and in no time, I felt waaaay better.
Out of this discussion came two things that she implemented as part of our routine, daily existence. Beginning today and until further notice, each morning at precisely 5:55 am, I am to have her steaming hot coffee on her night stand and then I am to wake her gently by using only my kisses on her tummy. The other thing she established is during those times when I need to talk about a situation that is on my mind, I am to formerly address her as Mistress, ask her permission to speak with her about whatever is on my mind before bring up an issue. I had a recent post about rituals and how much I appreciate them. Along those lines, I am so grateful and excited about these two new rituals.
The other profound and important thing that happened last night was I finally received punishment for ejaculating without permission while at play in bed with Mistress. I didn't know what to expect leading up to this punishment, especially because Mistress had made it clear before that it would be something that I needed to "mentally prepare" for. I knew it would significant but didn't know exactly what it would be. Frankly, my biggest concern was that Mistress K. was going to have me masturbate to a full orgasm immediately preceding her giving me a punishment spanking. Those are the worst! In the end, it turned out to be nothing more than the longest, hardest and most painful spanking I have ever received from her. Good old fashioned blistering on my ass with her trusty pink leather paddle. I thrashed and wriggled because it was painful but as my spanking went on, I could feel my shame and disappointment leave my body, and my love and devotion to her growing. With each swat, I felt that much more devoted to her, despite the pain. When it was over there were no tears (although they weren't that far off if she had continued) but it hurt and I sweating profusely. I knew when it was about to begin, that it was going to hurt because Mistress had me get a pillow off the bed, put it on the floor and bury my face in it so the kids could not "hear my screams". When it was finally over, the aftercare was incredible. It was nothing more than what we always do .... her holding me and telling me that I am forgiven and that she loves me, but on this occasion, because of the nature of the infraction, I needed to be forgiven.
Afterward she got up and instructed me to get into bed because it was time to sleep. When she joined me, I asked her if she would like an orgasm this night (like I seem to do every night now) and after thinking about for a second, she said yes. She ordered me to retrieve her Hitachi-like vibrator and then to kiss and lick her nipples while she used it to bring herself to orgasm. She had realized that giving me the spanking she gave had made her want to orgasm and for me to have to watch, knowing that it was the pinnacle of sexual pleasure that I would not be enjoying that evening. It was magical and when she was done, she rolled over and before she could fall asleep, I thanked her for allowing me to witness her orgasm (like I always do), for her being the Dominant Mistress I needed her to be at dinner during our conversation, and for my incredible spanking.
Friday, January 9, 2015
How did your punishment go this morning (by request)
Details of the punishment spanking I received this morning (see blog post title "will be kneeling and waiting" from yesterday as to why), as requested by my friend, Florida Dom:
Yesterday, after Mistress informed me that was to be punished within 48 hours, I texted her and asked if I should be naked, kneeling and prepared to receive my spanking this morning. She texted right back with a simple "yes".
This morning, as Mistress left the house to take the children to school, I immediately got in the shower. i wanted to be sure this body, that Mistress owns and was about to be presented to her, was freshly cleaned and freshly shaved. Quickly but thoroughly is scrubbed my body clean and put a fresh shave on my cock, balls and ass. After my shower I went over and quickly brushed my teeth, cleaned up the clothes I was wearing before I got in the shower and straightened up a little. I went into the closet to retrieve her pink, leather paddle. I had every intention of being kneeled, naked and holding her paddle in the palms of my hand when she entered the house. As I was making my toward the door to kneel and wait, she walked in the door. i wasn't kneeling but i was naked and I did have her paddle in my hand. She was very pleased.
At that moment I informed Mistress that I was in a bit of a rush because i was hosting a conference call and needed to get to the office to do that. Depending on the length and severity of the punishment she had in mind, I wanted to offer her the option of having enough time to get what she wanted accomplished, whatever she wanted that to be. There was still 24 hours left the 48 hour window. We had like 6-7 minutes. She looked at me a moment and simply said ... "go to the bedroom".
I walked in the bedroom, faced the door and stood there with my hands behind my back. In 30 seconds or so, she walked through the door toward me and pointed to the ground and said "get on all fours". I did so right away. She retrieved a throw pillow from her chair (the "Throne") that she uses in our bedroom, placed it on the floor and told me to bury my face in the pillow with my ass in the air. I began to worry because for me, this is the most painful position to receive a spanking in because it stretches the skin on my bottom tight. She stood before me then straddled my body facing away from me. In no time WHAP. The first swat came and it was no warm-up kind of slap. She repeated those until i received (guessing) 20-25 hard swats of the leather paddle. It was quick. It was purposeful and it hurt!!! When she was done, she rubbed my hot bottom with her warm hands for about a minute, then said "up", which means I am to kneel before her so I can thank her or my spanking and so she can apply after care. I wrapped my arms around her and pull my face into the favorite part of her body right after I get punished. Her belly. She rubbed my head and told me it was over and that she loved me. Then, she pulled her night shirt up so my face could rest on her bare tummy. Up to that moment, my cock was not hard. It was not a sexually arousing spanking. The she symbolically offered me her bare belly to recover in, my cock got rock hard (love boner) as I wallowed there in my sub space. After another minute she told me to get dressed and go to work. On this day, under my clothes ... my instructions were to wear nothing, including underwear.
When I got to the office and shut off the car, I texted her to tell that my bottom was still feeling it ... and then I said "Thank you".
Yesterday, after Mistress informed me that was to be punished within 48 hours, I texted her and asked if I should be naked, kneeling and prepared to receive my spanking this morning. She texted right back with a simple "yes".
This morning, as Mistress left the house to take the children to school, I immediately got in the shower. i wanted to be sure this body, that Mistress owns and was about to be presented to her, was freshly cleaned and freshly shaved. Quickly but thoroughly is scrubbed my body clean and put a fresh shave on my cock, balls and ass. After my shower I went over and quickly brushed my teeth, cleaned up the clothes I was wearing before I got in the shower and straightened up a little. I went into the closet to retrieve her pink, leather paddle. I had every intention of being kneeled, naked and holding her paddle in the palms of my hand when she entered the house. As I was making my toward the door to kneel and wait, she walked in the door. i wasn't kneeling but i was naked and I did have her paddle in my hand. She was very pleased.
At that moment I informed Mistress that I was in a bit of a rush because i was hosting a conference call and needed to get to the office to do that. Depending on the length and severity of the punishment she had in mind, I wanted to offer her the option of having enough time to get what she wanted accomplished, whatever she wanted that to be. There was still 24 hours left the 48 hour window. We had like 6-7 minutes. She looked at me a moment and simply said ... "go to the bedroom".
I walked in the bedroom, faced the door and stood there with my hands behind my back. In 30 seconds or so, she walked through the door toward me and pointed to the ground and said "get on all fours". I did so right away. She retrieved a throw pillow from her chair (the "Throne") that she uses in our bedroom, placed it on the floor and told me to bury my face in the pillow with my ass in the air. I began to worry because for me, this is the most painful position to receive a spanking in because it stretches the skin on my bottom tight. She stood before me then straddled my body facing away from me. In no time WHAP. The first swat came and it was no warm-up kind of slap. She repeated those until i received (guessing) 20-25 hard swats of the leather paddle. It was quick. It was purposeful and it hurt!!! When she was done, she rubbed my hot bottom with her warm hands for about a minute, then said "up", which means I am to kneel before her so I can thank her or my spanking and so she can apply after care. I wrapped my arms around her and pull my face into the favorite part of her body right after I get punished. Her belly. She rubbed my head and told me it was over and that she loved me. Then, she pulled her night shirt up so my face could rest on her bare tummy. Up to that moment, my cock was not hard. It was not a sexually arousing spanking. The she symbolically offered me her bare belly to recover in, my cock got rock hard (love boner) as I wallowed there in my sub space. After another minute she told me to get dressed and go to work. On this day, under my clothes ... my instructions were to wear nothing, including underwear.
When I got to the office and shut off the car, I texted her to tell that my bottom was still feeling it ... and then I said "Thank you".
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Yes Today
Whereas Mistress declined to allow me to edge myself and finger my bottom while in the shower the day before, yesterday she did allow it. Check that ... she did require. OMG, when she told I got so excited like a little puppy that knows he is about to get a treat. "Not only that", she said as she was walking out the door, "you will wear your glass plug today". I just looked at her with those .... holy crap I love you eyes.
In the shower I did my required edging and did so with a finger firmly inserted into my bottom hole. It was wonderful. I wish my arms were longer so as to make that process easier, but this is how god made. Still, having a finger inside me while edging is glorious.
After showering and before getting, I went through one of my favorite routines. Inserting the plug. Last night while laying in bed, Mistress asked how my 15 hours of wearing my plug went. I told her that it is my favorite constant physical reminder of her ownership of me and of my devotion to her. Perhaps that is because it presses on my prostate all day, or perhaps it is because it appeals to my ever growing desire to be fucked there. I replied by telling her that the glass plug was the best sex toy that we have ever bought. She giggled and said, "well, maybe you think so, but why should I think so?" I joked and said I'd be happy to get it and help with understanding why. She giggled again and declined the offer. She wanted to sleep.
But first, she grabbed my hardening cock. I had just told her that the part of wearing the plug is the process of inserting it. She told me to explain. I told her first, I am naked as I always when receiving instructions from her on what to wear under my clothes on any given day. Second, it makes me feel like her wanton slut to position myself in such a way to take her anal intruder. I told that I slowly insert the tip and allow my anus to accept the intruder and then relax just a moment. Being glass, it doesn't require much lubrication and so in order to help my bottom to relax and accommodate the plug, I will twist it slightly while pressing a little harder. This relaxes the hole and allows it accept a little more. Mind you, while doing all this, I am bent over while in a standing position with my right foot on a bench that is about 12 inches high and my head resting on a counter in our closet. A very submissive position to be in and one that I love. It presses my desire to be a slut. Her slut, and I am in this position for the sole purpose of accepting an intruder into rear hole. Yummy!
I will continue to ease the plug inside of me as it continues to open me wider and wider. Once I get to the widest part, I will hold the plug there for a moment or two and just relish in the fullness that it offers. I have become familiar enough with both my rear hole and the plug that I can always seems to find the spot on the plug that I can naturally hold it in place with my anus at the widest spot, remove my hand from and literally pull it into it final resting place. My ring securely surrounding the smallish base of the plug, while the widest part rests comfortably inside me. I love that process.
15 hours later (last night), I asked permission to remove my plug and was told to do just that. After giving it a thorough cleansing, I put it back in it's designated place in the drawer.
Until we meet again old friend. Soon I hope.
In the shower I did my required edging and did so with a finger firmly inserted into my bottom hole. It was wonderful. I wish my arms were longer so as to make that process easier, but this is how god made. Still, having a finger inside me while edging is glorious.
After showering and before getting, I went through one of my favorite routines. Inserting the plug. Last night while laying in bed, Mistress asked how my 15 hours of wearing my plug went. I told her that it is my favorite constant physical reminder of her ownership of me and of my devotion to her. Perhaps that is because it presses on my prostate all day, or perhaps it is because it appeals to my ever growing desire to be fucked there. I replied by telling her that the glass plug was the best sex toy that we have ever bought. She giggled and said, "well, maybe you think so, but why should I think so?" I joked and said I'd be happy to get it and help with understanding why. She giggled again and declined the offer. She wanted to sleep.
But first, she grabbed my hardening cock. I had just told her that the part of wearing the plug is the process of inserting it. She told me to explain. I told her first, I am naked as I always when receiving instructions from her on what to wear under my clothes on any given day. Second, it makes me feel like her wanton slut to position myself in such a way to take her anal intruder. I told that I slowly insert the tip and allow my anus to accept the intruder and then relax just a moment. Being glass, it doesn't require much lubrication and so in order to help my bottom to relax and accommodate the plug, I will twist it slightly while pressing a little harder. This relaxes the hole and allows it accept a little more. Mind you, while doing all this, I am bent over while in a standing position with my right foot on a bench that is about 12 inches high and my head resting on a counter in our closet. A very submissive position to be in and one that I love. It presses my desire to be a slut. Her slut, and I am in this position for the sole purpose of accepting an intruder into rear hole. Yummy!
I will continue to ease the plug inside of me as it continues to open me wider and wider. Once I get to the widest part, I will hold the plug there for a moment or two and just relish in the fullness that it offers. I have become familiar enough with both my rear hole and the plug that I can always seems to find the spot on the plug that I can naturally hold it in place with my anus at the widest spot, remove my hand from and literally pull it into it final resting place. My ring securely surrounding the smallish base of the plug, while the widest part rests comfortably inside me. I love that process.
15 hours later (last night), I asked permission to remove my plug and was told to do just that. After giving it a thorough cleansing, I put it back in it's designated place in the drawer.
Until we meet again old friend. Soon I hope.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
The day I was Collared - part 2
.......... Once we arrived back at our beautiful suite, all three of us could feel the excitement building. I might even be able to call it nervousness. I know I was getting a bit nervous, but not at all in a bad way. I had been looking forward to this day ever since we decided we were going to do it 9 months ago. Our officiant seemed a little nervous as well. Although she was fully aware of the nature of our ceremony and what it all meant, and although she had been very excited in anticipation as well, this was going to be the first time she had ever presided over a vows renewal ceremony that was meant to memorialize the official union of a Dominant and a submissive.
We walked around the suite together, giving her a tour and explaining where in the room that we thought would be the place that would serve as the altar. She agreed and after a few minutes, Mistress K. and I retreated to the separate bedroom to dress for our ceremony. Mistress had decided that I would wear the cock cage that I was wearing, the pretty lace black panties that I was wearing and a pair of black, silk boxers that she had purchase specifically for the ceremony. She supervised me getting dressed and then excused me from the room to go and keep our officiant company while she dressed herself in private. At that point I had no idea what, if anything, she was planning on wearing. Nor did i know to what extent Mistress was going to reveal to our officiant what I was required to wear under my silk boxers. Frankly, if i were to be honest, I was hopeful at this point that Mistress was going to have me remove my boxers in order to openly display the pretty panties I was wearing, and then even have me remove those as well in order to be able to display the cage that imprisoned my cock. I was deep into subspace at this time as was allowing my imagination to run free. I even went so far in my imagination as to hope that Mistress was going to have me insert my glass butt plug as an integral part of our ceremony. In my mind, the implied symbolism was obvious so, you know, it made sense to me. A boy can dream right? Being revealed in that manner of dress (or undress if you will) has been and will be a fantasy of mine, especially in a manner that calls for my direction demonstration of my commitment, love and dediction to my beloved Mistress. That being said, I didn't really believe that those things would become a reality because I know that Mistress is a very private, very discrete Mistress, and feels very strongly that our intimate moments are just that - private.
I was standing alongside the officiant wearing only my cage, my black lace panties and my silk boxers, talking about, oh the "weather". I wanted so bad to tell her what I was wearing underneath but instinctively knew that it would in direct violation of what Mistress K. would've wanted me to do. Hence the conversation about the "weather". About 10 minutes, the door to the bedroom opened. I was standing there fully immersed in my sub space, eagerly awaiting the opportunity for my beautiful wife to stand next to me and accept my vows of loyal, devotion and submission, and filling the doorway was a vision beauty, grace and awesomeness that literally made me gasp in excitement. She was stunning.
She was wearing sheer, black thigh-high stockings held in place by a beautiful garter belt and clasps. She was wearing very tall, black high heels that had jewel incrusted straps that went around her ankles. She was wearing a pair of panties that I had never seen before and that matched her outfit impeccably and were so incredibly sexy. She wore a beautiful black bra with lace trim that held her beautiful breasts perfectly. Her red hair was brushed and laid beautifully straight over her shoulders and down her in the fashion she knew I loved the most. Her make-up stunning and her lips red, she strode toward me and our officiant. Even our officiant made a reactive comment about how stunning this Goddess was at that moment.
We walked around the suite together, giving her a tour and explaining where in the room that we thought would be the place that would serve as the altar. She agreed and after a few minutes, Mistress K. and I retreated to the separate bedroom to dress for our ceremony. Mistress had decided that I would wear the cock cage that I was wearing, the pretty lace black panties that I was wearing and a pair of black, silk boxers that she had purchase specifically for the ceremony. She supervised me getting dressed and then excused me from the room to go and keep our officiant company while she dressed herself in private. At that point I had no idea what, if anything, she was planning on wearing. Nor did i know to what extent Mistress was going to reveal to our officiant what I was required to wear under my silk boxers. Frankly, if i were to be honest, I was hopeful at this point that Mistress was going to have me remove my boxers in order to openly display the pretty panties I was wearing, and then even have me remove those as well in order to be able to display the cage that imprisoned my cock. I was deep into subspace at this time as was allowing my imagination to run free. I even went so far in my imagination as to hope that Mistress was going to have me insert my glass butt plug as an integral part of our ceremony. In my mind, the implied symbolism was obvious so, you know, it made sense to me. A boy can dream right? Being revealed in that manner of dress (or undress if you will) has been and will be a fantasy of mine, especially in a manner that calls for my direction demonstration of my commitment, love and dediction to my beloved Mistress. That being said, I didn't really believe that those things would become a reality because I know that Mistress is a very private, very discrete Mistress, and feels very strongly that our intimate moments are just that - private.
I was standing alongside the officiant wearing only my cage, my black lace panties and my silk boxers, talking about, oh the "weather". I wanted so bad to tell her what I was wearing underneath but instinctively knew that it would in direct violation of what Mistress K. would've wanted me to do. Hence the conversation about the "weather". About 10 minutes, the door to the bedroom opened. I was standing there fully immersed in my sub space, eagerly awaiting the opportunity for my beautiful wife to stand next to me and accept my vows of loyal, devotion and submission, and filling the doorway was a vision beauty, grace and awesomeness that literally made me gasp in excitement. She was stunning.
She was wearing sheer, black thigh-high stockings held in place by a beautiful garter belt and clasps. She was wearing very tall, black high heels that had jewel incrusted straps that went around her ankles. She was wearing a pair of panties that I had never seen before and that matched her outfit impeccably and were so incredibly sexy. She wore a beautiful black bra with lace trim that held her beautiful breasts perfectly. Her red hair was brushed and laid beautifully straight over her shoulders and down her in the fashion she knew I loved the most. Her make-up stunning and her lips red, she strode toward me and our officiant. Even our officiant made a reactive comment about how stunning this Goddess was at that moment.
She came to and we began the ceremony. The officiant read from her script, which beautifully written and very apropos to our devotion and our lifestyle. It was beautiful. The we came to the part where we exchanged our own vows and revealed them to each other for the first time. A beautiful thing the officiant did in her script was to ask Mistress two questions before i would give her my vows. First, did she want to allow me, as a submissive, to participate in a ceremony that would culminate in the ownership of me by her. She said yes. Then she asked Mistress K. if she would be willing to listen to and consideration vows and declaration of my love and devotion to her, before I was allowed to begin.
Sidebar .... when it came time for Mistress to give me her vows, no such consideration of my acceptance was considered. I loved that.
Once Mistress had agreed to allow me to make my vows, I kneeled before her and handed her one white rose. Mistress K. had previously requested that I do that because she had read somewhere that it was a universal symbol of the act of giving one's submission. On my knees and looking up at the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, I proceeded to her my vows of devotion, love, servitude and ownership. Tears of joy were welling in Mistress' eyes as i spoke my words, which in turned caused me to choke up a little. I stayed strong and finished my vows without any emotional interruption. Then Mistress K. gave me her vows and it was a similarly emotional moment for each of us. (as I've mentioned before, Mistress K. is a very private person and as such, I will not reveal the words that we exchanged in our most intimate time. I'm sure you can imagine though).
When we were finished with our vows, and the officiant was finished with her Benediction, she said "I now re-declare you as Wife and husband and declare you as Mistress and submissive. Amen"
With that, Mistress K. walk over to me as I knelt before her, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her abdomen, which is the symbolic position that we have for punishment aftercare. We held together for about 60 seconds and as she began to release, I couldn't help but plant soft kisses on her belly between her navel and the top of her low cut panties. It is my most favorite part of a woman's body, in particular Mistress's body.
With that we called for a car to come pick up our dear sweet officiant and while we waited, we all hugged and told each other how beautiful everything was. our officiant thank Mistress K. profusely for allowing her to preside over our ceremony. (She knows who's boss, right?)
To be continued ....................
Monday, October 13, 2014
Our Ceremony is in one week
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Hello friends ........... I'm going to be asking for your help today if you don't mind. Mistress K. and I will be renewing our original wedding vows and we will be doing so in distinct fashion by incorporating and therefore memorializing our FLM.
What i would like to ask from you for you to let us know of your opinions/suggestion for things that might be used for all things surrounding the ceremony. We will have a private ceremony and we will be accompanied only by an officiant that has become fully aware of our lifestyle and knows what the ceremony will include. She is pretty awesome, is not judgemental and is looking forward to helping us consummate our "marriage" by officiating over the proceedings. She will NOT be involved in any intimate activities whatsoever. That was never the desire or intention.
We'd like your opinions/suggestions for things like:
- What should Mistress wear during the ceremony?
- What should subhub wear, if anything during the ceremony
- Should subhub be allowed to accompany Mistress K. by being allowed to stand during the ceremony
- What types of symbolic gestures should be included in order to properly demonstrate each others intentions and commitments towards each other.
- Once the ceremony is complete, what ways should we consummate our revised union?
- Are there any other suggestions that might be considered that we have considered.
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Wednesday, October 8, 2014
The Paddle and the Plug
this morning after showering, shaving and otherwise being ready to get dressed for work, I approached Mistress as I usually do to inform her that I was prepared to dress for work. I also had a particularly good shave of my cock, balls and bottom this morning, so I kind of wanted to show it off for her. The time was 7:30am. 30 minutes later would have been the expiration of the most 48 hour notice of a punishment that was intended for me for a stupid, stupid, stupid infraction that occurred on Monday morning. I did not prepare and deliver Mistress' coffee.
Mistress told me that I would be wearing my glass plug day and was prepared to dismiss me to insert it and get dressed.
As I am obligated to do, I informed Mistress that the 48 hour period for which receiving my mandatory spanking was about to expire. Without hesitation, Mistress acknowledged that indeed that was the case, and that she was proud of me for not allowing another infraction to occur by not informing her. She also informed me that only one of my pending punishments would be administered that morning. The other punishment was because I did not have her glass of wine prepared for her when she arrived home from running an errand ... something she had specifically instructed me to do before she left. She then instructed me to go get her paddle, go lie on the bed with it and wait for her. She said she expected to find that my plug was already inserted when she arrived to administer my spanking.
Mistress walked into the bedroom and found me naked, laying on the bed face down with the pink paddle laying across my bottom for her to use.
She administered the punishment while expertly admonishing me for being forgetful and inattentive to her daily needs. She spanked me good. Not as hard as some of my recent punishment spankings (nor as hard as the "playful" one she gave me when she returned that wonderful Friday after drinking with her friends), but let's just say that I knew I was getting spanked.
As I receive my spankings, I am trying to become better at not reacting to the sting of the paddle as much so as to not put Mistress K. in a position of having to wrongly be concerned about whether or not she is spanking too hard. It's a goal of mine for Mistress to only have to decide on how hard and how long my spankings should based on all factors other than my willingness or ability to take what she is giving.
When she was done, she told me to lay on my side and she came in and lay herself beside me, spooning me and rubbing my freshly reddened bottom. it was the first time our aftercare was like that and it was wonderful. i did not want to leave and I found myself wanting to be swallowed up inside her. When she said it was time to get up, I asked her if I could lay on top of her, insert my cock inside of while i stared into her eyes. "I promise, just slide it in and no pumping", I said. She said no. I asked then if I could lay on her and look into her eyes for a few minutes while she remained fully clothed and she said yes! Yay! I love moments like those!
A few minutes later she told me to get up because she had to go to the bathroom. I got right up, stood next to the bed and watched rise from it. When she started toward the bathroom I wanted to follow her like a puppy but she told me top get dressed. Get dressed is exactly what I did.
The next punishment time is unknown. Mistress did not place a "48 hour" tag to the infraction of not having her wine ready. I think it would be best however to inform Mistress that the 48 hour period for that is expiring this evening, in case she believes she did make it a 48 hour notice.
Shit, you'd think I would learn. Guh! I really do not like it when i earn a punishment spanking. Yes, the spanking hurts but worse, I have disappointed Mistress K.
Mistress told me that I would be wearing my glass plug day and was prepared to dismiss me to insert it and get dressed.
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As I am obligated to do, I informed Mistress that the 48 hour period for which receiving my mandatory spanking was about to expire. Without hesitation, Mistress acknowledged that indeed that was the case, and that she was proud of me for not allowing another infraction to occur by not informing her. She also informed me that only one of my pending punishments would be administered that morning. The other punishment was because I did not have her glass of wine prepared for her when she arrived home from running an errand ... something she had specifically instructed me to do before she left. She then instructed me to go get her paddle, go lie on the bed with it and wait for her. She said she expected to find that my plug was already inserted when she arrived to administer my spanking.
Mistress walked into the bedroom and found me naked, laying on the bed face down with the pink paddle laying across my bottom for her to use.
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She administered the punishment while expertly admonishing me for being forgetful and inattentive to her daily needs. She spanked me good. Not as hard as some of my recent punishment spankings (nor as hard as the "playful" one she gave me when she returned that wonderful Friday after drinking with her friends), but let's just say that I knew I was getting spanked.
As I receive my spankings, I am trying to become better at not reacting to the sting of the paddle as much so as to not put Mistress K. in a position of having to wrongly be concerned about whether or not she is spanking too hard. It's a goal of mine for Mistress to only have to decide on how hard and how long my spankings should based on all factors other than my willingness or ability to take what she is giving.
When she was done, she told me to lay on my side and she came in and lay herself beside me, spooning me and rubbing my freshly reddened bottom. it was the first time our aftercare was like that and it was wonderful. i did not want to leave and I found myself wanting to be swallowed up inside her. When she said it was time to get up, I asked her if I could lay on top of her, insert my cock inside of while i stared into her eyes. "I promise, just slide it in and no pumping", I said. She said no. I asked then if I could lay on her and look into her eyes for a few minutes while she remained fully clothed and she said yes! Yay! I love moments like those!
A few minutes later she told me to get up because she had to go to the bathroom. I got right up, stood next to the bed and watched rise from it. When she started toward the bathroom I wanted to follow her like a puppy but she told me top get dressed. Get dressed is exactly what I did.
The next punishment time is unknown. Mistress did not place a "48 hour" tag to the infraction of not having her wine ready. I think it would be best however to inform Mistress that the 48 hour period for that is expiring this evening, in case she believes she did make it a 48 hour notice.
Shit, you'd think I would learn. Guh! I really do not like it when i earn a punishment spanking. Yes, the spanking hurts but worse, I have disappointed Mistress K.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Don't forget the coffee
Submissives everywhere ..... do what you are told. Having her coffee ready when she wakes in the morning is not that difficult.
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That particular wooden spoon is like a cane. Especially when Mistress concentrates on 2 small areas. It's hard to see but I am also wearing my glass plug.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Edged in the closet
Mistress called me into the closet to try on some pants that needed to be hemmed. I was wearing shorts and a t shirt because we are waiting for the house cleaner to arrive any minute and Mistress told that she wanted me clothed for that reason. In the closet however, I lowered my shorts in order to try on the pants. Since they needed to be hemmed, Mistress was kneeling at my feet, adjusting the length of the pants for hemming. Looking down, I was fantasizing about her being in that position, naked, with her hands tied behind her back waiting for me to fuck her mouth. A boy can fantasize right? Still kneeling, she held the length of the pants in place and told me to take them off, leaving me naked from the waist down.
My now hardening cock was bobbing right in front of her face and as a playful gesture, Mistress took it into her mouth and gently bit down on the head for a moment, then releases it. I moaned.............
She stood and was rubbing my cock and balls as I started nuzzling her neck. mmmmmm, I love to nuzzle her neck. With one foot one the ground, I put my other foot on the bench we have in the closet, pulled up the back of her robe and started grinding my now rock hard cock against her thong covered ass. God she was gorgeous.
She quickly got behind me while I still had my foot up and she started rubbing my cock and balls from behind and playfully swatting my bare bottom. She stopped and told me not to move. She left the closet and returned with lube in her hand and resumed the same position, this time smearing lube all over my cock and balls. She asked if we had "48's" left to attend to. I said "NO", with a great deal of pride. She started stroking my cock and of course, after having fantasized about temporarily controlling her sexually, I was already horny as fuck. I got to the edge of orgasm waaaay to fast for Mistress' liking and she wondered out loud if her cock therapy training was having any effect. It's been at lease 5 since our last therapy session so may maybe not .......
In any event, I was this close to cumming. I was teetering on the edge and slight breeze in a different direction across my butt could've sent over the edge. Mistress, already annoyed at the rapid pace with which I reached the edge, said in no uncertain terms ..... "you had better not cum!" Holy shit ..... I didn't, but I was close. She left the closet without saying a word and called me to the kitchen to help her gather some dishes.
Shortly, she and I will be visiting a new doctor for me. I've had the same doctor for 15 years and because of things all related to politics, I now have to choose a new doctor. As I was gathering the dishes, the thought occurred to me so I asked her, "are we going to reveal the nature of our relationship to the new doctor?" No, said Mistress. OK, said I. I do want her to be present for my examinations though. We'll see how that works out.
My now hardening cock was bobbing right in front of her face and as a playful gesture, Mistress took it into her mouth and gently bit down on the head for a moment, then releases it. I moaned.............
She stood and was rubbing my cock and balls as I started nuzzling her neck. mmmmmm, I love to nuzzle her neck. With one foot one the ground, I put my other foot on the bench we have in the closet, pulled up the back of her robe and started grinding my now rock hard cock against her thong covered ass. God she was gorgeous.
She quickly got behind me while I still had my foot up and she started rubbing my cock and balls from behind and playfully swatting my bare bottom. She stopped and told me not to move. She left the closet and returned with lube in her hand and resumed the same position, this time smearing lube all over my cock and balls. She asked if we had "48's" left to attend to. I said "NO", with a great deal of pride. She started stroking my cock and of course, after having fantasized about temporarily controlling her sexually, I was already horny as fuck. I got to the edge of orgasm waaaay to fast for Mistress' liking and she wondered out loud if her cock therapy training was having any effect. It's been at lease 5 since our last therapy session so may maybe not .......
In any event, I was this close to cumming. I was teetering on the edge and slight breeze in a different direction across my butt could've sent over the edge. Mistress, already annoyed at the rapid pace with which I reached the edge, said in no uncertain terms ..... "you had better not cum!" Holy shit ..... I didn't, but I was close. She left the closet without saying a word and called me to the kitchen to help her gather some dishes.
Shortly, she and I will be visiting a new doctor for me. I've had the same doctor for 15 years and because of things all related to politics, I now have to choose a new doctor. As I was gathering the dishes, the thought occurred to me so I asked her, "are we going to reveal the nature of our relationship to the new doctor?" No, said Mistress. OK, said I. I do want her to be present for my examinations though. We'll see how that works out.
Friday, September 5, 2014
Cock-Therapy contnued
This morning was crazy.
On her way out the door to take the kids to school, Mistress whispers to me "be naked, have your bowels empty and your ass ready for me when I get home". Oh boy ...............
I wasn't sure if Mistress was intent on continuing the cock-therapy training this morning or not. I did have an idea that something was going to end up in my ass though. I did as I was told and she returned, I was working at the computer. She stopped by me, kissed me and said "stay here until I call for you" and disappeared into our Master suite. 10 minutes or so later she summoned me in with her and there she was, naked, gorgeous and wearing her strap on harness and blue rubber dildo. The blue one is still small, but it is bigger than the red one we had been using. She also had her pink leather paddle in her hand.
She called me over to the side of the bed and had me bend over the bed. She informed me that she was gong to give me a punishment spanking right now because i forgot to do something with the dog yesterday and in the caused the dog to pee in the house. She was not happy about that! Mistress proceeded to punish me with the paddle. it was obvious to me that she was intent on giving more severe, more significant paddling's when a punishment spanking was due. She seems to be adopting more and more the idea that a punishment spanking really is beginning once the whimpering and complaining starts. It hurt. Only on very rare occasion have I been able to feel the lingering effects of a spanking hours later. Now, as I write this 7 hours later, i can definitely feel the lingering effect of my spanking this morning. When it was over , Mistress had me stand, turn and then kneel before her for aftercare. Remember, she was wearing her strap on with the dildo in place, so it was something different for to kneel before her with her cock staring me straight in the face. I didn't think she had designs on me acknowledging her cock when she had me kneel because it's not her style, but I didn't know. She didn't. She pushed it to the side and it basically rested on my neck and shoulder while she administered the aftercare.
Next, she had me stand, then sit on towel she had laid out on the bed. The coarseness of the towel was immediately felt on the stinging, burning part of my ass i was resting on. She left the room to go into our closet. My cock was soft as i was recovering from my punishment. It was starting to come to life like it always does during aftercare but this was a harsh enough punishment that it was still soft. I was sitting on the side of the bed when she re-emerged in the room and informed me that we were going to continue with our cock therapy now. this time she had me count the number of strokes of her well-lubed, beautiful little hand on my cock. I can hardly last at all when she strokes my cock with her hand, but this time I was able to go well over 35 strokes before I had to tell her to stop. if you remember, our goal was 30 and anything less than 30 would result in that many more swats from the paddle.
Mistress was so proud of me and in turn I was proud of myself. I felt empowered and was rock hard and horny. She was sweet and tender when she told me to turn over so she could fuck my ass. She turned me over, bent over the side of the bed, told me to put my hands behind my back and tied them together. She smeared lube all over my rear hole and pushed a small silicone plug into my ass. At first it didn't have a lot of lube on it so it was burning. I immediately became discouraged that i wasn't going to be in any condition to take her strappy that looked so sexy on her. She did everything right. She didn't let me whine my way out of being fucked like she had intended. She forced me to find a way to deal with it and to give her what she was there to take ... my ass.
She expertly smeared lube all over the cock and my bottom hole and gently but firmly pushed her condom covered cock into my surprisingly eager hole. It was amazingly comfortable, even natural and my bottom accepted the intruder easily. Mistress smeared tons of lube all over my cock, ball and ass and methodically massaged my balls and perineum while slowly working the cock in and out of my ass. I could've gone on like that for Mistress for hours but she abruptly stopped, told me that she has business to attend to and told me to clean up the toys while she got ready to shower.
I had never felt like that before. I was so eager to continue. i was so eager to be taken to places that i had never ben before. To have my boundaries pushed. I was getting lost in the deep abandonment of the whole thing when it was abruptly over. I felt completely used. I loved it!
I think Mistress and I discovered a few of things this morning. A most severe and significant punishment routine is effective and useful. The sub will likely perform so much better when it comes to premature issues following a ruined orgasm, even the next day, and lastly, the subs ass can take Mistresses cock better, faster and easier than ever before.
It was a crazy good morning. I love you Misrtess K.
On her way out the door to take the kids to school, Mistress whispers to me "be naked, have your bowels empty and your ass ready for me when I get home". Oh boy ...............
I wasn't sure if Mistress was intent on continuing the cock-therapy training this morning or not. I did have an idea that something was going to end up in my ass though. I did as I was told and she returned, I was working at the computer. She stopped by me, kissed me and said "stay here until I call for you" and disappeared into our Master suite. 10 minutes or so later she summoned me in with her and there she was, naked, gorgeous and wearing her strap on harness and blue rubber dildo. The blue one is still small, but it is bigger than the red one we had been using. She also had her pink leather paddle in her hand.
She called me over to the side of the bed and had me bend over the bed. She informed me that she was gong to give me a punishment spanking right now because i forgot to do something with the dog yesterday and in the caused the dog to pee in the house. She was not happy about that! Mistress proceeded to punish me with the paddle. it was obvious to me that she was intent on giving more severe, more significant paddling's when a punishment spanking was due. She seems to be adopting more and more the idea that a punishment spanking really is beginning once the whimpering and complaining starts. It hurt. Only on very rare occasion have I been able to feel the lingering effects of a spanking hours later. Now, as I write this 7 hours later, i can definitely feel the lingering effect of my spanking this morning. When it was over , Mistress had me stand, turn and then kneel before her for aftercare. Remember, she was wearing her strap on with the dildo in place, so it was something different for to kneel before her with her cock staring me straight in the face. I didn't think she had designs on me acknowledging her cock when she had me kneel because it's not her style, but I didn't know. She didn't. She pushed it to the side and it basically rested on my neck and shoulder while she administered the aftercare.
Next, she had me stand, then sit on towel she had laid out on the bed. The coarseness of the towel was immediately felt on the stinging, burning part of my ass i was resting on. She left the room to go into our closet. My cock was soft as i was recovering from my punishment. It was starting to come to life like it always does during aftercare but this was a harsh enough punishment that it was still soft. I was sitting on the side of the bed when she re-emerged in the room and informed me that we were going to continue with our cock therapy now. this time she had me count the number of strokes of her well-lubed, beautiful little hand on my cock. I can hardly last at all when she strokes my cock with her hand, but this time I was able to go well over 35 strokes before I had to tell her to stop. if you remember, our goal was 30 and anything less than 30 would result in that many more swats from the paddle.
Mistress was so proud of me and in turn I was proud of myself. I felt empowered and was rock hard and horny. She was sweet and tender when she told me to turn over so she could fuck my ass. She turned me over, bent over the side of the bed, told me to put my hands behind my back and tied them together. She smeared lube all over my rear hole and pushed a small silicone plug into my ass. At first it didn't have a lot of lube on it so it was burning. I immediately became discouraged that i wasn't going to be in any condition to take her strappy that looked so sexy on her. She did everything right. She didn't let me whine my way out of being fucked like she had intended. She forced me to find a way to deal with it and to give her what she was there to take ... my ass.
She expertly smeared lube all over the cock and my bottom hole and gently but firmly pushed her condom covered cock into my surprisingly eager hole. It was amazingly comfortable, even natural and my bottom accepted the intruder easily. Mistress smeared tons of lube all over my cock, ball and ass and methodically massaged my balls and perineum while slowly working the cock in and out of my ass. I could've gone on like that for Mistress for hours but she abruptly stopped, told me that she has business to attend to and told me to clean up the toys while she got ready to shower.
I had never felt like that before. I was so eager to continue. i was so eager to be taken to places that i had never ben before. To have my boundaries pushed. I was getting lost in the deep abandonment of the whole thing when it was abruptly over. I felt completely used. I loved it!
I think Mistress and I discovered a few of things this morning. A most severe and significant punishment routine is effective and useful. The sub will likely perform so much better when it comes to premature issues following a ruined orgasm, even the next day, and lastly, the subs ass can take Mistresses cock better, faster and easier than ever before.
It was a crazy good morning. I love you Misrtess K.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Summoned to the bedroom
Wow, 3 posts in one day. A new record for me I think!
While generating my first post here today, I was summoned to the bedroom by Mistress K. Right after she summoned me, she laughingly asked if that sent a shiver down my spine, not knowing why I was being summoned. I admitted that it did given one the topics we had discussed the night before about punishments.
I walk into the room and there she is, naked and laying on the bed. her beautiful red hair framing her beautiful face and she held out her hands, inviting me onto the bed with her. It was beautiful. She rolled over onto her tummy and had me worship her body with those little kisses and gentle bites that she likes. She forbade me from putting my mouth directly on her pussy or bottom hole to which i whimpered .... "oh pleeeeease can I?" She said no. When Mistress doesn't feel clean there, she will not let me get anywhere near it. I wish she would. But, I digress.
After 10 minutes or so of Mistress body worship, she rolled back over onto her back, spread her legs and invited in between her legs. Not to enter her mind you, but to tell me the reason she summoned me. She called it cock therapy. Cock therapy? What is cock therapy, I asked? She describe cock therapy as something we would be doing in an attempt to train me to not be so eager to cum the minute i am inside her. During cock therapy Mistress choose a number. Today that number was 30. I was to lubricate my cock and insert it into her yumminess and then I was to count the successive thrusts I could go without having to stop in order to avoid an orgasm. Whatever that number would be, would be the amount of punishment spankings I would receive. Obviously the goal being to train me to be able to thrust into Mistress more each time in order to avoid a stinging, burning red ass. I made it to 6 and had to stop. I was so horny after being away from Mistress for almost 6 days, then being denied any sexual attention upon my return home, then being allowed to worship Mistress's body just moments before. So the number of punishment spanks was set at 24.
Mistress then told me to see how well I would be able to do while wearing pinky (our cock sleeve). I thought to myself OMG, I am so horny that I might just cum putting the cock sleeve on. I was able to get 32 thrusts before i was certain that was going to cum. We were in the missionary position and Mistress was really moaning and pulling me into her by my butt and it was an incredibly beautiful thing to see. I was amazed that I was able to make it to 32 given the fact that i can almost come by simply watching her in the throes of sexual pleasure.
"Get my vibrator" Mistress said. I immediately got it, turned it on and handed it to her. She took it rolled one leg to the side exposing her beautiful pussy to me and i watched as she nestled in just the right spot on her clitoris. "Get inside me. I want to cum with you inside me", she said. I slide my sleeve covered cock inside of her and watched as she began to each orgasm. Watching Mistress orgasm is about the most incredibly beautiful thing there is for me and right when she was about to get there she told me to start thrusting. It was only a few thrusts before I knew I was about to ejaculate so I pulled out .... right when she started her orgasm. needless to say she was none too happy and when she was done and had gathered herself she said "that will be 10 more swats for pulling out when you did. And they are going "GOOD ONES"!. All I could do was apologize and acknowledge the added 10 lashes.
She got off the bed and had me bend over the edge and she gave me my 24 spanks for the cock therapy. Then 10 gave 10 more that were harder than the first 24. When she was done, she tossed the pink leather paddle on the bed, walked toward the bathroom and told me to cleanup.
I am co thankful that we will be on a training program to help with staying power. I love this woman!!!
While generating my first post here today, I was summoned to the bedroom by Mistress K. Right after she summoned me, she laughingly asked if that sent a shiver down my spine, not knowing why I was being summoned. I admitted that it did given one the topics we had discussed the night before about punishments.
I walk into the room and there she is, naked and laying on the bed. her beautiful red hair framing her beautiful face and she held out her hands, inviting me onto the bed with her. It was beautiful. She rolled over onto her tummy and had me worship her body with those little kisses and gentle bites that she likes. She forbade me from putting my mouth directly on her pussy or bottom hole to which i whimpered .... "oh pleeeeease can I?" She said no. When Mistress doesn't feel clean there, she will not let me get anywhere near it. I wish she would. But, I digress.
After 10 minutes or so of Mistress body worship, she rolled back over onto her back, spread her legs and invited in between her legs. Not to enter her mind you, but to tell me the reason she summoned me. She called it cock therapy. Cock therapy? What is cock therapy, I asked? She describe cock therapy as something we would be doing in an attempt to train me to not be so eager to cum the minute i am inside her. During cock therapy Mistress choose a number. Today that number was 30. I was to lubricate my cock and insert it into her yumminess and then I was to count the successive thrusts I could go without having to stop in order to avoid an orgasm. Whatever that number would be, would be the amount of punishment spankings I would receive. Obviously the goal being to train me to be able to thrust into Mistress more each time in order to avoid a stinging, burning red ass. I made it to 6 and had to stop. I was so horny after being away from Mistress for almost 6 days, then being denied any sexual attention upon my return home, then being allowed to worship Mistress's body just moments before. So the number of punishment spanks was set at 24.
Mistress then told me to see how well I would be able to do while wearing pinky (our cock sleeve). I thought to myself OMG, I am so horny that I might just cum putting the cock sleeve on. I was able to get 32 thrusts before i was certain that was going to cum. We were in the missionary position and Mistress was really moaning and pulling me into her by my butt and it was an incredibly beautiful thing to see. I was amazed that I was able to make it to 32 given the fact that i can almost come by simply watching her in the throes of sexual pleasure.
"Get my vibrator" Mistress said. I immediately got it, turned it on and handed it to her. She took it rolled one leg to the side exposing her beautiful pussy to me and i watched as she nestled in just the right spot on her clitoris. "Get inside me. I want to cum with you inside me", she said. I slide my sleeve covered cock inside of her and watched as she began to each orgasm. Watching Mistress orgasm is about the most incredibly beautiful thing there is for me and right when she was about to get there she told me to start thrusting. It was only a few thrusts before I knew I was about to ejaculate so I pulled out .... right when she started her orgasm. needless to say she was none too happy and when she was done and had gathered herself she said "that will be 10 more swats for pulling out when you did. And they are going "GOOD ONES"!. All I could do was apologize and acknowledge the added 10 lashes.
She got off the bed and had me bend over the edge and she gave me my 24 spanks for the cock therapy. Then 10 gave 10 more that were harder than the first 24. When she was done, she tossed the pink leather paddle on the bed, walked toward the bathroom and told me to cleanup.
I am co thankful that we will be on a training program to help with staying power. I love this woman!!!
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Back from the Deep Woods
On Wednesday afternoon, I left for the mountains of Arizona and my wife and kids have every intention of meeting me there on Friday afternoon for the long Labor Day weekend. Long story short, Mistress K. was unable to make it there because she had to attend to a family member that suddenly got very, very sick. The good news is that the family member in question is doing much better and looks like will pull through. The bad news is that i just spent the entire looong weekend alone, with my kids and Mistress K. During our time apart we had some interesting conversations and texting (I'll get in to some of those in upcoming posts) as we were both very horny for each other.
I returned home this morning (Tues.) around 10 am. Right before I arrived home, Mistress had just completed one of her runs and was still trying to cool down. The kids were already at school and once i unloaded the car, I removed all of my clothes in order to comply with our standing rule. Mistress was on the phone with someone that was really annoying her. I stood dutifully beside her, naked, hands behind my back in order to ask her if she wanted to join me in the shower. When she was able to break away from the call for a second, she told me yes. I waited a few second more and she was done with the call. She looked up at me from her chair and said (almost apologetically) that she wasn't in any kind of sexual mood whatsoever. Without hesitation i replied, that's ok babe. She was tired in the mind from tangling with the idiot on the phone and from the stresses of the previous 3-4 days and just wasn't in any mood to even think about sex.
I tried very hard (and i think succeeded) not to let on that i was disappointed. I knew i was disappointed and she knew it too. At the of the day though, it truly DOESN'T MATTER if am disappointed because it is not at all about me. I know that, and in an odd way I was proud to be able to demonstrate to Mistress that I wasn't going to try and impose on her good nature by pouting or talking her into playing, even though she didn't want to.
She joined me in the shower and shit was good to see her naked body after not seeing it for 6 days. I want so bad to drop to my knees in the shower and wash every inch of her body, but she was not going to have any of that. I went about my business and cleaned myself, shaved my cock, balls and ass smooth while she watched, and just went about my business of getting myself clean and smooth. When I was done, I left the shower to shave my face and finish before getting dressed. I walked back to the steamy shower, looked in and told mistress I was ready to get dressed. She was rinsing her hair and simply said, "I don't know what to have you wear today. let me think about it". OK was all i could muster and left the bathroom to go sit in the in our bedroom to wait for her. She emerged from the shower and since time was getting short, I went to her and hugged her from behind, pressing my cock against her beautiful ass and i began to kiss her neck. She said "I want you to wear regular clothes today" and shooed me off to get dressed. I just turned and dutifully walked to the closet to get dressed, not wanting her to get the impression I was pouting.
After I was dressed and was ready to leave, i cam out into the family room to find her on the couch wearing a towel. Her was still kind of wet and not styled. She was wearing zero make up and she looked magnificent. I leaned down to kiss her goodbye, lingering and taking in her freshly cleaned scent as I nuzzled in her neck. I kissed her once more and stood up to say goodbye and she said "I want you to put your cock in me for just a minute". I reached down to untie my shoes and she said "leave them on" just lower your pants. I was hard in a nano-second while she opened the towel to reveal her beautiful naked body and freshly shaved pussy. I lowered myself onto her as she guided my cock into her pussy. I felt the urge to cum in just a few seconds and she warned me I had better not. She made the comment that i need to work on not needing to pull out so quickly to avoid cumming. I apologized for disappointing her that way. I don't want for her to ever feel the need to find someone else to replace me when she has the need to feel a cock inside of her.
After resting inside of her for a few minutes, she told me to remove my cock and to let her juices dry on me. I asked her if I could put my mouth on her pussy and she said no. She told me to get dressed. While i was getting dressed I was thinking I will confer with Mistress on what she thinks is the best path for us when it comes to my feeling the need to cum so quickly. I suggested that we go to dinner tonight to have our regular discussion about the status of our FLM. It is my belief that we need to focus on my being trained to be the things that Mistress wants in a husband and lover, and that more frequent and severe punishments might be necessary to accomplish those things. There is no reason that any Mistress should ever have to accept anything less than what she wants sexually from her submissive. Ever! I know that I will probably regret saying this, but there should be swift and harsh punishment if she is disappointed in me.
I went to the office and i could feel her juices drying on my cock and I could smell her on my hands. It smelled like heaven.
I returned home this morning (Tues.) around 10 am. Right before I arrived home, Mistress had just completed one of her runs and was still trying to cool down. The kids were already at school and once i unloaded the car, I removed all of my clothes in order to comply with our standing rule. Mistress was on the phone with someone that was really annoying her. I stood dutifully beside her, naked, hands behind my back in order to ask her if she wanted to join me in the shower. When she was able to break away from the call for a second, she told me yes. I waited a few second more and she was done with the call. She looked up at me from her chair and said (almost apologetically) that she wasn't in any kind of sexual mood whatsoever. Without hesitation i replied, that's ok babe. She was tired in the mind from tangling with the idiot on the phone and from the stresses of the previous 3-4 days and just wasn't in any mood to even think about sex.
I tried very hard (and i think succeeded) not to let on that i was disappointed. I knew i was disappointed and she knew it too. At the of the day though, it truly DOESN'T MATTER if am disappointed because it is not at all about me. I know that, and in an odd way I was proud to be able to demonstrate to Mistress that I wasn't going to try and impose on her good nature by pouting or talking her into playing, even though she didn't want to.
She joined me in the shower and shit was good to see her naked body after not seeing it for 6 days. I want so bad to drop to my knees in the shower and wash every inch of her body, but she was not going to have any of that. I went about my business and cleaned myself, shaved my cock, balls and ass smooth while she watched, and just went about my business of getting myself clean and smooth. When I was done, I left the shower to shave my face and finish before getting dressed. I walked back to the steamy shower, looked in and told mistress I was ready to get dressed. She was rinsing her hair and simply said, "I don't know what to have you wear today. let me think about it". OK was all i could muster and left the bathroom to go sit in the in our bedroom to wait for her. She emerged from the shower and since time was getting short, I went to her and hugged her from behind, pressing my cock against her beautiful ass and i began to kiss her neck. She said "I want you to wear regular clothes today" and shooed me off to get dressed. I just turned and dutifully walked to the closet to get dressed, not wanting her to get the impression I was pouting.
After I was dressed and was ready to leave, i cam out into the family room to find her on the couch wearing a towel. Her was still kind of wet and not styled. She was wearing zero make up and she looked magnificent. I leaned down to kiss her goodbye, lingering and taking in her freshly cleaned scent as I nuzzled in her neck. I kissed her once more and stood up to say goodbye and she said "I want you to put your cock in me for just a minute". I reached down to untie my shoes and she said "leave them on" just lower your pants. I was hard in a nano-second while she opened the towel to reveal her beautiful naked body and freshly shaved pussy. I lowered myself onto her as she guided my cock into her pussy. I felt the urge to cum in just a few seconds and she warned me I had better not. She made the comment that i need to work on not needing to pull out so quickly to avoid cumming. I apologized for disappointing her that way. I don't want for her to ever feel the need to find someone else to replace me when she has the need to feel a cock inside of her.
After resting inside of her for a few minutes, she told me to remove my cock and to let her juices dry on me. I asked her if I could put my mouth on her pussy and she said no. She told me to get dressed. While i was getting dressed I was thinking I will confer with Mistress on what she thinks is the best path for us when it comes to my feeling the need to cum so quickly. I suggested that we go to dinner tonight to have our regular discussion about the status of our FLM. It is my belief that we need to focus on my being trained to be the things that Mistress wants in a husband and lover, and that more frequent and severe punishments might be necessary to accomplish those things. There is no reason that any Mistress should ever have to accept anything less than what she wants sexually from her submissive. Ever! I know that I will probably regret saying this, but there should be swift and harsh punishment if she is disappointed in me.
I went to the office and i could feel her juices drying on my cock and I could smell her on my hands. It smelled like heaven.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
I love it when She .......
I cherish that moment every single day, every morning, when I present myself before Mistress. It's not a ritualistic event. Frankly, it's hardly anything more than me standing before her, naked and vulnerable. It wasn't something that we talked about or planned. it isn't in our official list of "rules" that have when we started our FLM. it was just something that become a natural habit and as such, it is something I cherish. At this moment every day, sometimes we have the opportunity for deeply moving, tender moments that can include all kinds of sexual activities; or an opportunity to carry out a punishment if one is pending; or an opportunity for Mistress to have me kneel before her and worship her, and many other wonderful things. Other times, it may a hand gesture from the kitchen that means "I'm busy", or other types of real life things that can (and will) alter this daily moment.
On this particular morning, Mistress had me wear a butt plug to the office. I especially love to wear the butt plug. I love the process of preparing myself for the insertion of it. I do it standing with one foot on a stool, leaning forward. While I am gently working the plug into my bottom, i lean further forward , imagining that Mistress is behind me, entering my body with strap on. The second i am able to visualize that, my body now seems to relax and accept the plug easier and easier each time. I enjoy working it to its widest part, lingering there for a while and then allow my bottom to naturally pull it inside, where it just seems to belong. Once my bottom has pulled it into place and has secured it at its base, it feels like it belongs there. Like Mistress belongs there.
Mistress knows that after a lunch meeting that I will have, I will be leaving town to head to the mountains in advance of her and the kids joining me there on Friday. She instructed me to return home from my meeting, before leaving for the mountains so that I could properly say goodbye to her, and to remove the plug she had me plant i my bottom hole. So, after lunch, i will return home to properly say goodbye to my beloved Mistress, and to remove the plug from my ass before making the drive to the mountains alone. I already know that my bottom will feel vacant and will wish she was there.
I love it when She ...... tells me what to wear every day as a symbol of her ownership of me, my submission to her and as a constant reminder during the day that she is with me. Even those days when she tells me i will be wearing nothing but "normal" clothes arouse me because I know that I wearing what I was instructed to wear to please her. I love it when She does that.
On this particular morning, Mistress had me wear a butt plug to the office. I especially love to wear the butt plug. I love the process of preparing myself for the insertion of it. I do it standing with one foot on a stool, leaning forward. While I am gently working the plug into my bottom, i lean further forward , imagining that Mistress is behind me, entering my body with strap on. The second i am able to visualize that, my body now seems to relax and accept the plug easier and easier each time. I enjoy working it to its widest part, lingering there for a while and then allow my bottom to naturally pull it inside, where it just seems to belong. Once my bottom has pulled it into place and has secured it at its base, it feels like it belongs there. Like Mistress belongs there.
Mistress knows that after a lunch meeting that I will have, I will be leaving town to head to the mountains in advance of her and the kids joining me there on Friday. She instructed me to return home from my meeting, before leaving for the mountains so that I could properly say goodbye to her, and to remove the plug she had me plant i my bottom hole. So, after lunch, i will return home to properly say goodbye to my beloved Mistress, and to remove the plug from my ass before making the drive to the mountains alone. I already know that my bottom will feel vacant and will wish she was there.
I love it when She ...... tells me what to wear every day as a symbol of her ownership of me, my submission to her and as a constant reminder during the day that she is with me. Even those days when she tells me i will be wearing nothing but "normal" clothes arouse me because I know that I wearing what I was instructed to wear to please her. I love it when She does that.
Monday, August 25, 2014
Sub Space
There are logical times when a submissive "marinates" in subspace. Then there are times when it isn't so obvious. This morning was one such time.
I was standing in the shower, having just completed putting a fresh smoothness on my cock, ball and ass with a razor and shaving cream. I always feel genuinely more sexual, more horny, even slutty at this very moment. I found myself growing unusually excited about being able to present myself naked to Mistress K. in order to inform her i was about to get dressed. I do this everyday, so no big deal right? But today I couldn't wait.
I didn't exactly know why I was unusually eager this morning .... and then it hit me. I, having been freshly shaved smooth (including my face) and being naked before her awaiting her attire instructions, I was found myself deep in subspace. At that moment and since i have felt so incredibly grateful that this beautiful woman would not only accept me as her husband, but also accept my submission and the ownership of my sex.
I love you Mistress K.
I was standing in the shower, having just completed putting a fresh smoothness on my cock, ball and ass with a razor and shaving cream. I always feel genuinely more sexual, more horny, even slutty at this very moment. I found myself growing unusually excited about being able to present myself naked to Mistress K. in order to inform her i was about to get dressed. I do this everyday, so no big deal right? But today I couldn't wait.
I didn't exactly know why I was unusually eager this morning .... and then it hit me. I, having been freshly shaved smooth (including my face) and being naked before her awaiting her attire instructions, I was found myself deep in subspace. At that moment and since i have felt so incredibly grateful that this beautiful woman would not only accept me as her husband, but also accept my submission and the ownership of my sex.
I love you Mistress K.
Friday, August 15, 2014
i try to be good
I sent the following GIF picture to Mistress K. from the ONLYSHECUM's tumblr site.
It was Friday, a fun kind of day, i was feeling playful, so i sent it to her and told her in the text that the caption was
*** picture removed to comply with Blogger's new rules ***
It was Friday, a fun kind of day, i was feeling playful, so i sent it to her and told her in the text that the caption was
"it keeps him from getting over zealous"
I thought Mistress would get a kick out of it, plus i thought it was a super hot picture. Mistress promptly replied with a picture of her own. It was a picture of a sink full of dirty dishes and she had her own caption, which read "so does this". SHIT! I had kind of shitty morning and after i got dressed i forgot to check the sink before leaving for the office. It wasn't 30 seconds later that the next text came and it merely said "48".
For you new followers, that is the signal Mistress gives to me to let me know that I am required to see to it that the punishment takes place within the next 48 hours. Failure means a further infraction.
Damn it!!!
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
i didn't forget this morning
Yesterday morning (Monday), as she usually does, Mistress took our children to school. I was working at the computer and was mostly engrossed in what i was doing when each of them came over to kiss me goodbye for the day. I cherish that moment i have with each of my children when saying goodbye, even if it is for a only a few hours. I stopped what i was doing so i could give each of them my full attention when saying the i love you's and goodbyes before they left for their day. After they left, i returned to my work and found myself fully engrossed in short order. So much so in fact that when Mistress returned home, she realized immediately that i had failed to perform one of the basic functions of our FLM, which requires me to be naked in her presence when we are alone, unless otherwise instructed by her. She walked briskly past the chair i was sitting in and without stopping or looking at me said "follow me" and then disappeared into the bedroom. That got my attention. I thought i was either going to get to have sex with her, or she was going to edge me, or other tease and deny me, or something really cool like that. It took me several seconds to finish what i was doing enough to leave my workstation and met her in the bedroom and when i walked in, there she was, pink paddle in hand, pointing to the arm of the stuffed chair indicating that i had better lay over it and offer my ass for a punishment.
I actually did not know why she was about to punish me. I thought we had "settled up" on all scores. Her response to my not knowing why i was about to be punished "wrong answer. Want to try that again?" Still i didn't know what i was about to be punished for. She told me to get out of my clothes and get over the arm of the chair and that moment it occurred to me why. I failed to be naked in her presence. One of the most basic rules in our FLM. I was genuinely sorry that i wasn't naked when she came into the house. Her only logical response was "well obviously it was important enough for you to remember. I'm going to help you remember". She helped me remember and reddened my ass! This morning, exact same scenario, only this time, i was eager to so show her my nakedness the second she walked in the door.
I had an 8:30 to be at and told her so. She had me come to her in the kitchen and kneel before her. She proceeded to tell me that today i would be wearing my butt plug. In addition, i was to begin to beg here right there and then to think about me during the day. Then i was instructed to tell in what ways i had hoped she would think about me during the day. I hoped she would think about me masturbating for her ... me performing sex acts on her that would culminate in wonderful orgasms for her ... me performing sex acts on myself for her viewing amusement ... her using her strap-on on me and otherwise using me like a nasty little slut. (notice how i didn't ask her to think about ways to punish me) After telling her those things, she instructed me to stand and before sending me to take a shower, she said that touching my penis in any fashion other than to clean it in the shower or to urinate was prohibited today. I mentioned to her that i had always thought that was the rule anyway and she simply said "shut-up, don't talk back to me and come over here and kiss me on the neck". I did all of those things and while kissing her on the neck, pressed my rock hard cock against her yoga pants-covered ass and she scolded me for already not understanding the "no touching of the penis rule".
I went into the shower, clean my entire body (was very carefully to minimally touch my cock while washing it), inserted my pink, glass butt plug. Got dressed, kissed Mistress goodbye and left for the office.
How did your day start??
I actually did not know why she was about to punish me. I thought we had "settled up" on all scores. Her response to my not knowing why i was about to be punished "wrong answer. Want to try that again?" Still i didn't know what i was about to be punished for. She told me to get out of my clothes and get over the arm of the chair and that moment it occurred to me why. I failed to be naked in her presence. One of the most basic rules in our FLM. I was genuinely sorry that i wasn't naked when she came into the house. Her only logical response was "well obviously it was important enough for you to remember. I'm going to help you remember". She helped me remember and reddened my ass! This morning, exact same scenario, only this time, i was eager to so show her my nakedness the second she walked in the door.
I had an 8:30 to be at and told her so. She had me come to her in the kitchen and kneel before her. She proceeded to tell me that today i would be wearing my butt plug. In addition, i was to begin to beg here right there and then to think about me during the day. Then i was instructed to tell in what ways i had hoped she would think about me during the day. I hoped she would think about me masturbating for her ... me performing sex acts on her that would culminate in wonderful orgasms for her ... me performing sex acts on myself for her viewing amusement ... her using her strap-on on me and otherwise using me like a nasty little slut. (notice how i didn't ask her to think about ways to punish me) After telling her those things, she instructed me to stand and before sending me to take a shower, she said that touching my penis in any fashion other than to clean it in the shower or to urinate was prohibited today. I mentioned to her that i had always thought that was the rule anyway and she simply said "shut-up, don't talk back to me and come over here and kiss me on the neck". I did all of those things and while kissing her on the neck, pressed my rock hard cock against her yoga pants-covered ass and she scolded me for already not understanding the "no touching of the penis rule".
I went into the shower, clean my entire body (was very carefully to minimally touch my cock while washing it), inserted my pink, glass butt plug. Got dressed, kissed Mistress goodbye and left for the office.
How did your day start??
Friday, August 8, 2014
Ouch
There were 2 postponed punishments that were to come my way during that past week. Real life had prevented Mistress from punishing me for a variety of reasons. I knew that I was due the punishments, but frankly had allowed the knowledge to slip back into the middle of my mind rather that at the top of it.
This morning was a lovely morning. I was working on the computer like I do most mornings. Mistress had taken the kids to school, like she does most morning and while she was gone I got into the shower. It was a wonderful shower. I put a nice fresh smooth shave on my cock and balls for Mistress. After I was all done preening, I was naked and walked into the kitchen to fix a little breakfast before work. Mistress was back from taking the kids to school. We exchanged some delightful small talk when Mistress said ........... "Let's go take care of at least one of those punishments that you have coming." A giant lump appeared in my throat as I watched walk toward our bedroom.
I followed dutifully and walked right to the drawer in our closet where she keeps her paddle. I returned to our bedroom to find that she had prepared the padded arm of an easy as the place where I was to be punished. I dutifully laid my naked body across it and Mistress proceeded to administer my punishment.
Holy shit! It hurt today. A lot!!! Mistress was clearly uninterested in my begging for her to stop and continued to paddle my naked bottom over and over. It hurt!. I begged her to think that she had paddled me enough but for a few minutes, that was met with silence. Finally, she said "tell me your sorry". I said I was sorry and began to plead with her some more. She did stop then but did shortly thereafter. Did i mention that it hurt?
Then she walked to the middle of the room and called me over, told me to kneel at which point i wrapped my arms around her while she was standing. She asked me to tell her that I loved her, which of course i did, with emphasis, and held her tighter. She told me to stand up, handed me the paddle to put away and told me to get dressed for work. My previously rock-hard cock was soft, my ass was on fire and i had a thin layer of sweat over my entire body.
Um, yeah ...............
As I always do, i informed her that i was about to get dressed and she told me to wear my naughty-girl panties today because i was naughty.
I went to get dressed. I slipped those naughty-girl thong panties up my legs and over my still-stinging bottom. Right then i knew that the spanking i had just received was harder than normal. I finished getting dressed, my erection had returned in full forced and on my way to leave i went over to Mistress and hugged her from behind. I told her i was wearing my naughty panties because i was naughty. I don't know why, but I chose that moment to tell her that my slut hole was always available to her. She looked at me and paused for a moment, and then said simply said "of course it is".
I thanked her for my spanking and kissed her on the neck and left for the office with a completely full tank of energy. i love you Mistress.
This morning was a lovely morning. I was working on the computer like I do most mornings. Mistress had taken the kids to school, like she does most morning and while she was gone I got into the shower. It was a wonderful shower. I put a nice fresh smooth shave on my cock and balls for Mistress. After I was all done preening, I was naked and walked into the kitchen to fix a little breakfast before work. Mistress was back from taking the kids to school. We exchanged some delightful small talk when Mistress said ........... "Let's go take care of at least one of those punishments that you have coming." A giant lump appeared in my throat as I watched walk toward our bedroom.
I followed dutifully and walked right to the drawer in our closet where she keeps her paddle. I returned to our bedroom to find that she had prepared the padded arm of an easy as the place where I was to be punished. I dutifully laid my naked body across it and Mistress proceeded to administer my punishment.
Holy shit! It hurt today. A lot!!! Mistress was clearly uninterested in my begging for her to stop and continued to paddle my naked bottom over and over. It hurt!. I begged her to think that she had paddled me enough but for a few minutes, that was met with silence. Finally, she said "tell me your sorry". I said I was sorry and began to plead with her some more. She did stop then but did shortly thereafter. Did i mention that it hurt?
Then she walked to the middle of the room and called me over, told me to kneel at which point i wrapped my arms around her while she was standing. She asked me to tell her that I loved her, which of course i did, with emphasis, and held her tighter. She told me to stand up, handed me the paddle to put away and told me to get dressed for work. My previously rock-hard cock was soft, my ass was on fire and i had a thin layer of sweat over my entire body.
Um, yeah ...............
As I always do, i informed her that i was about to get dressed and she told me to wear my naughty-girl panties today because i was naughty.
I went to get dressed. I slipped those naughty-girl thong panties up my legs and over my still-stinging bottom. Right then i knew that the spanking i had just received was harder than normal. I finished getting dressed, my erection had returned in full forced and on my way to leave i went over to Mistress and hugged her from behind. I told her i was wearing my naughty panties because i was naughty. I don't know why, but I chose that moment to tell her that my slut hole was always available to her. She looked at me and paused for a moment, and then said simply said "of course it is".
I thanked her for my spanking and kissed her on the neck and left for the office with a completely full tank of energy. i love you Mistress.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Riding Crop
Years ago, before we entered into our current, acknowledged Female Led Marriage, we bought a riding crop.
We would use it when we role played/s scenes during our "vanilla" days. It has some sentimental value to me because I remember it being one of the first D/s - BDSM style accessories and I can remember the complete and utter thrill that went through my body standing in line at the adult super-shop, waiting to pay for this. After, that person at the register was going to know that I was going to somehow engage in kink after my purchase. How naughty. How scandalous.
Fast forward to yesterday when, after cleaning some things in the closet, Mistress K. came across our old buddy he riding crop. She laid it on top of my shorts so I would be sure to notice it when I changed clothes after work. And yes, I did notice, even slapping my hand hard several times, and then trying it on my ass, trying to anticipate what this thing would feel like during a (now) real punishment spanking.
Fast forward again to this morning, after Mistress summoned me to the bathroom to be groomed, but before the actual grooming. She entered the bathroom with crop in one hand, a devilish smile on her face and lube in her other hand. She started jerking my cock, teasing it, trying to get it harder than it already was (not possible). She starting teasing me with the crop, She started slapping various parts of my body. My ass of course. I think she too wanted to know what it was going to be like to use the crop for a future "real" punishment. She slapped my erect cock quite often with soft swats from above, and she swatted by ball several times with softs swats from below.
She used the crop to indicate that I was to spread me legs. Then spread them wider and wider till they were nearly as wide as the would go and still allow me to be able to stand. Then she used the crop to guide my hands to be placed behind my head. I was in the most vulnerable position and she was just beginning to explore various parts of my body with her newly re-discovered toy. She was having a ball alternating firm but gentle swats with crop with deliberate, slow stroking of my lube covered cock. I'll tell you. I believe that she is slowly trying to associate the urge to orgasm with the pain of a spanking. I told her once of a story I read where the Mistress was trying to achieve the ability to train her slave to be able to orgasm merely from receiving a spanking. Mistress K. didn't say that is or would be her intention, but I do remember she seemed to have great interest in hearing that story.
As I mentioned in a recent post (the one previous), I thoroughly enjoy being objectified by Mistress. Standing there, arms behind my head, naked, legs spread wide, vulnerable and knowing that I am about to be positioned in such a way to be groomed, was wonderful. I could not keep my eyes off my Mistress while she was walking around my body having her fun with her crop.
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Something new to wear today
As most of you know, each morning, when I am completely naked and prepared to dress for the day, I will let Mistress K. know that I am ready to get dressed. Notice that I am not asking what, if anything, I am to wear that day under my clothes. I have made a very concerted effort to not "ask" for things, even if disguised as being a helpful question for my beloved Mistress. Instead of asking, each day I merely inform Mistress than I am ready to dress for the day, and without asking, I am offering Mistress the opportunity to decide what, if anything she would like for me to wear that day. Yesterday is was my favorite pair of panties (favorite because they truly do make me feel like a sexy, pretty slut when I wear them. probably mostly because they fit me) Some days last week it my balls separator while other days it was my cock ring. The week before that, it was my new (favorite) glass butt plug. As an aside, I wore the very same sexy panties on the day I wore my glass plug and feeling like a pretty, sexy slut in just my panties was magnified 100 times by the plug that was so firmly held in my willing ass under those pretty panties.
Anyway, back to today .......... Finally, after threatening to do so for 2 weeks, Mistress "de-bear-ed" me. In other words, she trimmed (almost shaved) the body hair that was left un-groomed for almost 2 months. I don't know about you, but I feel my horniest/sexiest/sluttiest right after a fresh shave/trim. I love when she grooms me this way because it is a time where I am required to stand before her, completely naked and exposed, while she prepares my body the way she likes. I adore the objectification that goes along with it. Today, while grooming me, she was in regular old t shirt and panties that she slept in. She was also wearing a regular, normal robe that she left untied. Her beautiful red hair was disheveled and in a knotty pony tail. In other words, she didn't spend one second preening in front of the mirror before attending to the task of grooming me. Even so (maybe even especially so) when I looked down at her kneeling on the floor in order to be able to groom me, looking the way she did in her utter natural state, I was taken back by her beauty at that moment. Sure she is a beautiful woman when she prepares her makeup and clothes to make herself feel presentable to the outside world, but to me, in the just-woke-up condition, she is at her most stunning, her most beautiful. Needless to say, that when looking down at her like I was, my super hard, super erect cock kept blocking my view.
So, on this particular morning, after having the bulk of my yucky body hair removed, and then after a fresh, smooth shave to my cock, balls, anus area and ass cheeks, I was feeling incredibly horny/pretty/slutty. Mistress could've done anything she wanted to/with me at that moment and I would've gladly gone along. When the time came for me to tell I was ready to get dressed, she had me follow her into the closet saying something like, "let's see, what should we have you wear today?" She had me sit on the stool then she straddled me, pulled her panties to the side and slowly lowered herself onto my rock hard cock. She leaned and in said today, "you will wear me". Those words got me as close to an unauthorized orgasm as I have ever been. With that, she stood up, pulled her panties back over her beautiful pussy and turned to walk out of the closet. She stopped to say "you will wear me on you today", and out she went.
OMG! I touched my cock and balls, gathered her smell on my hand and put it to my nose. Honest to goodness, the smell of her sex was almost enough to allow me to orgasm right then and there. This woman owns me, in every sense of the word.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Take off your pants and stand right there
I walked into the bathroom in the cabin we are renting and Mistress was about to get in the shower so she was naked. I came up behind her and rubbed her bare ass and started kissing her neck. She pulled away, turned around to face me and said "take off your pants and stand right there", pointing to a spot on the floor.
She put some lube in her hand and started strokig my cock while watching us both in the mirror. When it came time for me to tell her i was nearing orgasm she said "you had better not. You are not going to be having an orgasm". She stopped, then did it again ... and then again ... and then again. Then she told me to clean up my oily cock and get back to getting ready for the drive home.
What a great vacation!
Still hoping she will let me post the selfie she sent me yesterday.
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